“And a reward?” Libby didn’t want to think about what might lie ahead.
“The reward of knowing you’ve done what’s right. I run a family boat. I can’t let someone do whatever he wants.”
A strong light glowed in her father’s eyes. Looking at him, Libby felt proud of the kind of person he was. Yet, like a warning deep inside, Libby also felt uneasy about the swindler’s threat.
While the Christina tied up at Fairport, Captain Norstad watched the stairs. Suddenly he spoke to Libby. “Quick! Move away so Dexter doesn’t know you’re my daughter.”
As Libby joined the passengers waiting to leave, the swindler reached the bottom of the stairs. In each hand he held a carpetbag—a cloth bag with two handles. Acting as though he owned the boat, Edward Dexter walked around the people waiting in line.
When he reached the captain, the swindler tipped his hat and strolled down the gangplank.
Strange, Libby thought. Dexter doesn’t look angry.
Pa looked as puzzled as Libby felt. As the swindler hurried away, Pa stared after him.
A short distance from the river, Dexter turned around to face the Christina. For a moment he stood there, as if studying every line of the beautiful white steamboat. Like a cat licking his whiskers, the swindler seemed pleased with himself.
As though it were still happening, Libby remembered the man shaking his clenched fist at Pa. Now the expression on Dexter’s face frightened Libby even more.
CHAPTER 2
Disaster!
Captain Norstad.” Caleb Whitney stood next to Libby’s pa and spoke in a low voice. “We’re ready for you.”
The darkness of night surrounded them, but Caleb’s blond hair looked as windswept as the day had been. Slender and strong, he had lived on the Christina since his grandmother became head pastry cook. Now Caleb’s blue eyes held a look that told Libby something important was about to happen.
Pa’s cabin boy, she thought. The person who is supposed to run Pa’s errands, see that his clothes are pressed, polish his shoes. Yet Caleb did much more than that.
In March when Libby came to live on the Christina, the fourteen-year-old boy had seemed a mystery to her. Then she discovered who Caleb really was. As a conductor in the Underground Railroad, he helped runaway slaves travel from one hiding place to the next. Since the age of nine, Caleb had worked for Pa in the secret plan that helped fugitives reach freedom.
The night before, Jordan’s mother, brother, and two sisters had slipped on board at Burlington, Iowa. Except for Jordan, who also worked as a cabin boy, Libby hadn’t seen any of the family since. After continuing upriver, the Christina had made several long stops to unload and take on freight.
Now, with the moon high in the sky, the deck passengers had made their beds wherever they could find space on the main deck. Peace and quiet had settled over the boat. Caleb had picked his moment, and it was right.
With growing curiosity Libby followed him and Pa. Without making a sound, Caleb led them past the wide stairway at the front of the Christina. After a quick look around, he opened the door into the cargo space.
The large open room was filled with freight. Caleb closed the door behind Libby, then stood just inside, waiting and watching. As Libby peered into the darkness, Caleb lit a lantern and led them deeper into the room.
All around them boxes and barrels were piled high, making weird shapes in the half-light. To Libby’s surprise Caleb passed the entrance to the secret hiding place. Then he turned sideways and slipped through a narrow opening between tall piles of freight. When Pa, then Libby, followed, she discovered a hidden space, like a small room without a ceiling.
Here, where there was more room than in the secret hiding place, Caleb set the lantern on the floor. Its flame lit the faces of the people who waited but left everything else in darkness.
Jordan Parker, the runaway slave, sat crosslegged with his little sister Rose in his lap. On either side of Jordan were his eight-year-old brother, Zack, and his eleven-year-old sister, Serena. As Pa and Caleb sat down, Libby found a place next to Serena, and the small circle was complete.
“Welcome aboard, Hattie,” Pa said, and Libby felt sure he hadn’t been able to talk with Jordan’s mother before. “Your son Jordan is a fine young man.”
With her gaze on the floor, the way she had been taught by her former masters, Hattie nodded her thanks.
Jordan had led his family on the dangerous trip out of slavery. Usually Caleb moved runaways on as soon as it was safe. Because Jordan meant a great deal to him, the captain cared even more than usual about what happened to Jordan’s family.
“We’re close to a good place to let you off,” Captain Norstad said. “The Underground Railroad will help you across Illinois and Lake Michigan to Canada.”
Jordan’s mother shook her head. “We ain’t ready to go to Canada.” For a moment she looked at her children. “We wants to find my husband—their daddy.” Micah Parker had been sold away from the rest of the family, and none of them knew where he was.
“Where do you want to live while you’re looking for him?” the captain asked Hattie. “Chicago? There’s a large group of free blacks who would protect you. White people, too, who would help, and a detective named Allan Pinkerton.”
But Jordan answered for his mother. “Chicago be all the way across Illinois. We need to be where we can get word about my daddy.”
“We wants to live where people is moving around,” Hattie added. Though she looked at the floorboards instead of the captain, her voice was strong and sure, as if she had often thought about the problem.
Watching her, Libby realized how much Jordan was like his mother. Both were tall and slender, but the likeness was more than that. Both of them knew what they wanted in life. While still a young boy, Jordan had begun to dream about bringing his family out of slavery.
“I is goin’ to git a job and keep my head down,” Hattie said now. “But when my head be down, I is goin’ to ask questions till I find my husband.”
“News goes up and down the river on boats,” Jordan said. “We wants to be close to the river.”
“But far enough away to be safe,” Captain Norstad answered. For a minute he was silent, as though thinking about every town up and down the Mississippi River. One by one he seemed to check them off in his mind. Finally he said, “Galena, Illinois.”
“Galena?” Hattie asked.
“In northwestern Illinois,” the captain said. “It’s only three or four miles up the Galena River, and the most important stop between St. Louis and St. Paul. There’s a group of free blacks there, and people coming and going—people you can ask about your husband.”
“Will my children be safe there?” In the flickering light Hattie looked at each one.
“I wish I could tell you they will be,” the captain said. “But they’ll be truly safe only in Canada. You understand about the fugitive slave laws?”
Hattie nodded. “Even in free states, I ain’t got no rights. Slave catchers can snatch my children away from me.”
Hattie’s gaze rested on her oldest son. During the past year, Jordan had been sold to a cruel master named Riggs. From this new owner, Jordan had made a life-or-death escape.
“I keep thinkin’ about Jordan,” Hattie went on. “That master of his said no slave ever got away from him alive.”
Libby looked across the circle to Caleb. More than once they had talked about whether Riggs would make a special effort to capture Jordan for that very reason. Libby waited for Pa’s answer.
“Riggs is a busy man—a rich man with many interests,” he said. “I hope that he doesn’t have time to chase around after one runaway. I hope he’s forgotten Jordan by now.”
But it’s only two months since he escaped, Libby thought. Again she glanced at Caleb. This time their gaze met, as if he, too, wondered how long Riggs would remember. Not only had Riggs been Jordan’s owner, but a cruel slave trader as well.
“Wherever you live, Jordan needs to be careful,” Capt
ain Norstad told Hattie. “I have friends in Galena, and I could help you find work. But I wish you’d think about a place farther away from where you were a slave—a place where life would be easier for you.”
Once more looking at the floorboards, Hattie spoke softly. “Life ain’t easy, Captain Norstad. It ain’t easy for you or for me. You has made some hard choices, and my family be one of them.”
The light of the lantern showed the strength in Hattie’s face. “I thanks you for all you has done. For helpin’ Jordan. For hidin’ us. For helpin’ me find work when I gits off the boat. But Captain Norstad—”
For the first time Hattie looked up. Wearing the proud look Libby had often seen in Jordan, Hattie sat tall and straight. “How can I be happy being free if my husband ain’t?”
A smile flashed across the captain’s face. “I suspect you’re right, Hattie. When we reach Galena, I’ll let you off there.”
Inwardly Libby groaned. I won’t get to know Serena. She would leave the boat before they even had a chance to talk.
When Pa stood up to leave, Libby wanted to take her time and talk to Serena. Yet Libby knew she had to be careful. The longer all of them stayed together, the bigger the risk that the wrong person would find them. Knowing that she had no choice but to follow Pa, Libby spoke softly.
“Goodbye, Serena. I hope I see you again.” Libby saw the glad light in Serena’s face.
“Goodbye, Miss Libby,” she said, her voice shy but clear.
Then Caleb picked up the lantern. Libby followed him and Pa through the darkness back through the cargo area to the front of the boat. There Caleb slipped away, and Pa and Libby started up the stairway to their rooms.
On the next deck up, a frightened-looking young man spoke to them. “I need to talk to you, Captain.”
Captain Norstad took one look at the mud clerk and said, “Let’s go to the office.”
Called the mud clerk because he often stood in the mud while collecting fares, the young man had not worked long for Pa. In the office he dropped into a chair as if no longer able to stand. Libby and Pa joined him at the table.
In the lamplight the clerk’s face looked pale. “I have bad news,” he began.
“What is it?” the captain asked as though anxious to get it over with.
The young man hesitated, as if dreading what he needed to say. “All the money you took in—” The clerk stopped as though afraid to go on.
“Yes?”
“The money we collected for freight—the money we got from passengers up and down the river—”
“Where is it?” the captain asked as if knowing where this was going to end.
The clerk’s face was gray now. “I don’t know.”
“You don’t know? I need that money for paying my crew. I need it for making payments on this boat.”
“Yes, sir.”
“If the money isn’t here, what happened to it?” the captain asked. “The good money, I mean, that our senior clerk was so careful to take in?”
More than once Libby had seen the senior clerk check a book whenever there was a question about what was good money and what came from a wildcat bank. He had worked for Pa a long time and knew more than anyone about what bills were safe to accept.
“I put the money in the safe.” The mud clerk stumbled on his words.
“And you closed the door?”
“I started to close the door.” The clerk’s face had changed again—pink now with embarrassment.
“You didn’t lock the safe?” Captain Norstad’s voice again held the steel that Libby knew was anger kept under control.
“No, sir.”
“Let me guess,” the captain answered. “A well-dressed man spoke to you, calling you away for some fool reason. You followed him. He gave you the slip. When you returned to the office, the safe was closed, even locked.”
The clerk nodded.
“You thought, ‘Hmmm. I locked the safe, after all.’ When you opened the door, it was full of money. But just a minute ago, you took a better look.”
When the clerk opened the safe, Libby saw two piles of bills. No doubt the small one was the money taken in since the swindler left the boat. With trembling hands the clerk lifted out the large pile of paper currency and set the bills in front of the captain.
Libby leaned forward to look. When she saw the name of the bank, tears welled up in her eyes. Even she knew that the money was worthless.
“Oh, Pa!” she wailed.
“Every bill?” the captain roared. “Every single bill is from this worthless bank?”
Twice the clerk tried to speak. When no sound came, he nodded.
“Do you know how much money was taken?” Pa asked.
The clerk knew. Moments before it was stolen, he had finished counting it.
“That is the money I cleared from all my trips since the opening of the season,” Captain Norstad said as though trying to explain to a young child. “With it I planned to pay my crew and make a big payment on the Christina. Do you understand what you have done?”
“No, sir,” the clerk said. “I mean, yes, sir.”
“When we reach Galena, I want you to get off,” the captain said, his voice stiff with anger. “I want you to find a job where you learn to handle responsibility. Until then don’t let me see your face.”
Without another word the clerk crept out of the office. The moment he left, Pa kicked the door shut behind him. Elbows on the table, he closed his eyes and covered them with his hands.
Watching Pa, Libby felt even more afraid. Like water coming to a boil, her resentment changed into anger. Because of one man’s carelessness and another man’s theft, Pa’s whole life had changed for the worse.
“The swindler got even,” she said finally.
Without looking up, Pa nodded, as though unable to speak.
CHAPTER 3
Run!
Then Pa reached out and pulled Libby close in a hug. “It’s the people who work for me I’m most concerned about. People like Caleb’s grandmother. My whole crew. How am I going to pay all of them?”
Libby felt as if a lump had formed in her throat. “If the swindler makes you lose the Christina, he’ll be taking our home. He’ll be taking the way you earn our living.” Libby lowered her voice. “And you won’t have a way to help runaway slaves.”
“That’s what would bother me the most.” Pa shook his head, as though still not believing what had happened. “When Dexter tried to swindle the immigrant, I couldn’t arrest him. Now I could arrest him for being a thief. But I don’t know where he is.”
During the four long years after her mother’s death, Libby had lived with her aunt in Chicago. Libby always felt glad she could be with Pa again. “I thought the Christina was paid for,” she said in a small voice.
“It was,” her father answered. “Last fall, before you came to live with me, we had a lot of ice damage. I needed to have the entire hull rebuilt. When we get to Galena, I’ll talk to the man who loaned me the money.”
Galena. The city in northwestern Illinois that was settled early because of lead mines in the area. The town had become a legend because of the lead shipped from there to St. Louis. Some riverboat captains had made their fortunes in the trade. But now, because of the swindler, Captain Norstad faced enormous debt.
What if Pa loses everything he’s worked for? Libby couldn’t imagine such a life. Even more, she couldn’t imagine Pa not being able to do what he believed in—helping fugitive slaves.
Early the next morning, the Christina entered the Galena River. Here and there clumps of birches grew along the banks. Willow branches hung low, and Libby caught the scent of wet earth and new growth. Before long, the steamboat reached the city of Galena. Throwing out the lines, or ropes, deckhands tied up between two other paddlewheelers.
Though he was usually tall and strong looking, Pa’s shoulders slumped with discouragement as he walked down the gangplank.
An hour later he was back. “Tell Jordan I have
a place for his family,” Pa said to Caleb. “Tell them to leave now, a few at a time, while we’re unloading freight. The market is busy, and they can find each other there. After they walk around awhile, they should follow you at a distance to the right house.”
“C’mon, Libby,” Caleb said when Pa finished giving directions. “Let’s go talk to Jordan.”
They found him in the cargo area. When Caleb told the good news, an excited light shone in Jordan’s eyes. Then Caleb clapped Jordan on the back. Watching Caleb, Libby knew it was hard for him to say goodbye. The two boys had become good friends, in the way Libby had hoped she could get to know Serena.
But Jordan had one more question. “Do you know how I can find my daddy?”
Caleb glanced over his shoulder, then lowered his voice. “Libby’s pa said there’s a way. But it’s dangerous.”
“Can I do it?” Jordan asked.
Caleb shrugged. “Captain Norstad didn’t tell me. I just know there’s a big risk. He wants us to ask around first. One of us might hear something.”
Leaving Jordan in the cargo area, Libby and Caleb found a place to sit near the bow of the Christina. From there they watched Jordan’s family begin their new life.
His mother, Hattie, went first, carrying little Rose. A few minutes later, Serena and Zack slipped down the gangplank. Jordan was the last to go. He glanced toward Caleb and Libby with one quick grin. It was easy to see Jordan’s excitement about what was ahead.
“Will he be safe?” Libby asked Caleb.
“I hope so.” Caleb waited till his friend disappeared in the crowded marketplace. Then he, too, left the Christina.
Not until Caleb returned and the steamboat headed back down the Galena River did Libby get a chance to talk to Pa. Standing next to the railing on the boiler deck, he told her what happened.
“The man who holds the loan was good to me,” Pa said. “Up till now I’ve paid on time. He said I could make a double payment on August fifteenth.”
“Three months from now.” Libby felt relieved. On that May evening, August fifteenth seemed a long time away.
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